





Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
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So, I chance today watching TV and I happen along commercials
28 Weeks Later ... looks low-budget like the first, only half the plot this time
Verizon -- 50s Easy Rider rejects 20something waitress for 2" podcasts and movies
WUMA -- Walmart credit union ... half-naked men
Cadillac -- shoes, chocolate, accelerating past two like-aged men; few of her favorite things
Cavemen the ABC new series. I think I'd favor Hanna Barbara's Captain Cavemen reruns.
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She used to do kickboxing she said, weeks later, she kicks my butt. Okay, ok ... it was in passing by she kicked my butt teasingly, but still ...
butt, kicking, mine
oh, and we (fellows and I) all got our butt kicked working today. It was busy ... we felt understaffed and we didn't like it.
The woman who kicked my butt ... were she older, I'd have plans -- intent, butt alas. In other news, some bloke at work and a woman at work met up for a tryst .... stupid.
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Well,
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Well, I've read and heard many people talk and write about, "must see" shows and TV, but ...
"That don't impress me much."+
First, in order to watch these "grand wonders", I'd have to either buy a DVR or get a messload of tapes. I liked Futurama, but I never knocked myself out to watch it. I liked a few programs on Adult Swim, but I didn't like them enough to tape them. I find sit-coms painful to watch. It's like watching my life, some stupid little thing I do, that I know how it starts, ends, and is in the middle. I don't like the end, so I avoid it. Much of the 3rd grade shows have paper doll characters with laughtracks, so the audience knows when to laugh. Even those shows without laugh tracks have greatly contrived++ situations that, my understanding of reality, are implausible and impossible.
I like non-fiction, and for that part I am boring -- dreadfully so. If I want fiction -- I want all out fiction -- Hulk or some other thing like that where there is ABSOLUTELY no pretense of reality or AlGorisms running like a news ticker. Save planet now ... Ted Turner is your deity ... donate money to scientology today ... don't forget to vote for whom we say ... dah dah dah
An exception to this might be COPS, but you've seen them all, whether it is every episode or that this is 6th cousin doing what 2nd cousin did in season 4.
+ Shania Twain
++ example, mystery shows where an FBI agent happens to be in Cabot Cove and is questioned by Jessica and leads to other red herrings where the perpetrator is, "shocking" some visitor. It's helpful when Jessica can do the autopsy herself (or on CSI) in complete darkness in a poorly lit lab. Thankfully the lab has a computer that can decipher the Joker's riddles, find RNA from two bacterium on two vital samples, and link to and hack into INTERPOL systems to find identities of persons, including their DNA and the fact that they once had a pony and a sheepdog the hairs of which are on collected samples.
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While I drive I find the radio -- pitiful, so I have taken to audio books. I last heard Frederick Douglas' "Fugitive Slave" memoirs. I later obtained the pdf. It was quite interesting. I also heard part of Bill Bryson's "History of Just About Everything", but found his style not to my liking. Sadly, his material was interesting, but his narration was not.
I am now with David McCullough's 1776, which is okay, but his "laddy-friggin' dah" parts need removed. I would, if time allows, recommend experiencing Frederick Douglas' work, which really speaks about a slave, boy, and man. How, with being given the taste of reading, he pursued it regardless of the pain it caused him.
There were many things in the life of a slave of I didn't know, as well as the painful to hear, stark reality of slavery. I am going to, again, try to digest Stephen Hawking's works, as the last time, on chapter 3 -- he lost me. I remember going from gravity to gravitational constants and number theories that were as meaningful to me as neaderthal grunts or an language with implied manner and required clicks and visuals signs -- beyond the scope of graphical representation.
So, this fifteen times nested function means what now?
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Well, what might look like a break ... a good streak, a heads-up penny, might very well be a ticket to the pokey. Alas, a man of profound stupidity -- has lucked himself into jail. It is not him to whom my sympathies go, but rather another person who must bear more pain. It isn't a crushing blow. In a fight to have this putz get along in life, this person has chosen to fight for him -- her competition a brutish Tyson fighter with some foxy cunning. Ultimately, either our protagonist will wear out this terror or our protagonist will perish in battle. I find the latter more likely.
The jailed man here is no stranger to me, but I favor the protector over the protected. The protected views life much like a game -- there is no reason for tears or emotional investment. To the destruction of others -- life is emotional investment, devotion and love. This "player" is unmoved by the cries of others. Be he the shoe, ship or hat -- a shit he remains.
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Well, she wants a bit much for it, so ... offer away...
I'll show you two glaring problems and give you the skinny. In all, it is a car for to-and-fro travel only.
1993 Cutlass Supreme
175,000 miles
driver's side window motor is dead -- missing panel is in trunk
passenger mirror, severed -- kept in car presently
It needs a new headlight bracket
moon roof is operational
Present owner has had car 4.4 years. All accidents are "result of other drivers".
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So, I was pulled into a room with a chair. There were no windows and it smelled like death. Under the metal chair was a painting accident or the mess of fifty some people -- blood, feces, urine and who knows what else.
"I thought I was going to court to be tried."
"You are", said the voice behind me.
"The guilty will sit in the seat to begin the...", unnatural pause, "trial process." It wasn't that their English wasn't good, it was that "trial process" was not by barristers and magistrates, but rather by trial, like convicted witches. Innocent and guilty both die here. My heart pounded trying to find a way out.
I am sat in a chair, bound to it and a bright light is cast on me. Unlike police movies, it is not to make me sweat, but rather to allow the inquisitor to see like a dentist at a chair or a surgeon in ER, I am to be dissected and gutted.
Before I die I wonder what was my crime ... my sin ... my guilt ... as my screams begin and my agony starts, I remember.
I asked a question, "why".
Questions are more dangerous than guns here.
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Well, if I did fine at Columbia University, I think I'll stop in at IHOP, get some food and talk some more. Columbia Lunaversity has expressed interest in Somalia leaders and the architects of Apartheid.
Rights and punishments are dolled out in equal measure. Those opposed, die.
I agree with McCain on this one, you don't invite him to speak. Columbia University should relocate to liberal Iran. I hope, in 2008 they get no tax dollars if they want to host this type of person.
IHOP; international house of pancakes refuses to accept Ahmadinejad, so he'll have to find another more liberal and insane venue.
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These "gentlemen" have requested to not be tried as adults. Instead, the courts and America in general have accepted to not treat them as adults.
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Call me, Wreck Support, and I will solve those pesky issues in a simple stroke. Be that stroke of genius or aggression, no matter -- it will be solved.
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At work, several other people have new new cars. One woman had her new car hit, by some fool in the parking lot. To worsen this ... they drove off and the cops didn't initially believe that the new car was unblemished before. I'm waiting to find more replacement cars soon -- I think.
art by Mark Tatulli, "Lio"
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"I didn't do it, but if I was going to steal my memorabilia, I would do it like this..."
So far, no publishing companies are bidding to produce it.
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You see, that wasn't me. That was some guy who looked like me there, taking my memorabilia. So, there you have it. I am being framed again, for I did not go in there and do those things. I was not even in the area. I was following up a lead on had on the real killer of Nicole and Ron. I mean, there I was, not resting ... still looking, before my tee time I had set, and that's that.
I mean, clearly from the audio, you can tell that ain't me. I don't know why my bodyguards were there with a lookalike. But you see, that's the police trying to get me. It's all a frame up, I am innocent of them charges. Mark Furman must be at the heart of this.
-- OJ Simpson's rough draft of criminal denial in his latest arrest
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Wackos!
L. Ron Hubbard, Sr. might have be a paranoid schizophrenic. I would have to write that the organization is completely wack, drawing wacks into the cult.
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Despite obstacles ... she resides in my mind...
I'll have to try some pick up lines, "sleep with me"? "You're so hot!", "Wanna try my new car?", "Wanna get closer"
I surrender to her slap!
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I'm afraid that I'm well received for only a short time. With the "younglings" I'm a father-figure, but to the others, I'm a whirlwind seemingly know-nothing.
Oh, and I'm in deep space hell, by the way.
Guess the movie
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starting Sept. 16
N: 2-10
M: 11-4
T: OFF
W: 2-9
R: 2-9
F: 1130-8
S: 11-8
N: 2-10
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Alas ...
the peanut has died.
It happened Sunday night ... or scratch that, 4pm Sunday near work. I stopped at an Autozone for oil, but it was too late. When I started my car, it blew out smoke -- burnt oil. I drove the several blocks to work. At the end of work, I drove about four blocks when the sad little thing died.
I called triple A and after 2.5 hours (1:00 am Monday morning), I got back to my town (2:30 am). The mechanic here looked at the car (4:14 pm) and called me that it was time for a good burial for the car.
The tow truck driver was a chatty man ... talking about just about anything. It was a long trip. I'll not have to do that twice, I hope.
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I managed to set off a car alarm by driving to close to a parked car and on the same trip saw a kid get hit in the face by a baseball, his bat still in hand, never swung.
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apparently this teacher-child molester is a common hit for searching, as many find my site for his name. At any time snipers should feel free to snipe him.
Mel Towbridge
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Let's not look at the management ... no ... let's find the usual suspects instead and ask each and every one of them time-wasting questions. The one with the blanket is likely the weakest one, right. Let's make him cry.
At work, punish, punish, punish ... they aren't big on rewards. Because they don't treat their people well, that is why I'm most eager to leave.
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I'll accept your plea deal. You won't have to spend 81 years in prison ... trust me. Bailiff, discharge your weapon in the direction of the defendant.
Blam
Thank you.
Now you won't have to spend 81 years in prison ... you are dead.
Convicted child molester assaults, attempts to rape, holds hostage woman, and gets off with 5 year sentence ...
that is bullcrap. That means in 1.8 years, he'll be out, better prepared to not get caught. I say fire!
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one man in jail ... who was training at work ... and so, I must be chopped liver, right? Darn my semi-clean life.
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So, let me get this straight ... Coleta, CA to Brooklyn, NY has to do with UK, Germany, USA and ... I'm confused here, why is Texas introduced?
If you follow the bread crumbs, I think you'll see that you don't know who this is ... not to mention that the courier blah blah blah company doesn't send you an email with their address on it. I wonder how many people they netted so far.
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I was at MR's a long time ago when we happened along this particular scene from a series on "getting caught on camera". This sadist needs ... um ... removed from the planet. While he raped an art piece, nonetheless he did "rape" it, and didn't care for the consequences of his actions destroying the pinata's usefulness.
He's statements of, "well, they had it out there, tempting me... got bored while working security there ...", clearly denotes a deranged and criminal mind, with anti-social personality. He had to acknowledge that he did it ... it was clearly him. He, however blamed the company for having the pinata there to "tempt" him.
I wonder how many other things or animals have suffered from him. I say duck season and I say fire!
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Well, with McDonald's wonderful ability to write, I wonder what education program they have ...
McMediocrity fer Kidz
"Never let them see you try..."
By the way, the "I" when referring to yourself is always capital. It's nice that a company that caters to families chose to go backward in English comprehension and literacy.
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I was thinking about the movie 300, but this number is more important. It is my weight. I have finally broke the government standard for overweight and obese to being high average. If I could get to 153 I'd be a good "healthy" weight, but 154 isn't too shabby. My weight will still fluctuate, but it's nice to see me with fewer pounds for once. I guess running around like a beheaded chicken, not eating lunch or much of one and never resting adds to the weight loss. I also lost some potassium, as I am always needing and "aching" for it.
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China blames American designers ... that would fly if it weren't for tainted animal food. Are Americans to blame for that one too? Dude, you're to blame; fix it.
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Professor concludes we are part of a computer simulation. I'll have to find the part where the "one" is a terribly stupid person who couldn't act like he's walking.
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Pigeons destroy a bridge ... uh, no. That's a load of poop, for sure!
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Conspiracy theory ... government working against US citizens ... sad. The most interesting bits are the "questions". The loose bits here and there. The stupid parts are the "explosions" within the buildings. One group analyzed the movie finding a number of errors. Overall, sketchy with hints of counter communism.
The interesting bits were size of explosions. The witness statements were subject to debate and much should be taken as .. uh, okay. It is, in points, quite interesting. Available at YouTube, mind you ... dubious material and it is a conspiracy theory short.
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The Allen County area of Indiana used to be a swamp and parts, few, still are. The last few downpour days have brought us to the wonder of the swamp of the eighteenth and earlier centuries. The waves of grain and hay and grass are as tall as sunflowers.
It is a refreshing look, appearance from the crunchy yellow and brown -- green, green, wet and sweet. Of course, mowed it smells much of cow manure. There is nothing quite like it, fresh lawn, sweet, green and the breeze of waning summer.
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There's no Bergermeister waging war here, no. There's only "old paint" for the millions and billions of children, globally, who have access to China's highly regulated industries.
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I'm telling the computer exactly what it can do with its problems.
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made it a potential for a Democratic win in the city. What a putz!
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I would have waited for service pack 1, but I needed a more reliable computer. While my computer is more reliable, the OS can bite my shiny metal ...
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Thursday night I was traveling home when a van's driver decided it was going to:
not look in the mirrors
not signal a lane change
not give darn that I nearly wrecked my car avoiding it
Give a hoot, offer one finger salute! So to you, oh fanatical doofus of the steering wheel, I salute you with a rude gesture.
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Well, day three and I got the blue screen of death. Thanks MS for making nothing but the best product.
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There's a woman at work who is fearful of a class she will start on Monday ... I have some sheets for her to help her. Perhaps I'm an old man trying to get into Heaven.
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I am reading "The Language of God", and while it is bothersome the level to which he relies on C.S. Lewis, I find the present ongoing praise annoying. He yammers on and on about how monumental it is that there is just the right Oxygen and just the right Carbon to sustain life.
While humans are unique in our environment, perhaps the galaxy, universe and cosmos, we are not unique in being. Other things exist far beyond our wildest dreams or understanding ... wholly missed by the author. How about anaerobic bacteria that manage to move and replicate despite imeseasurable odds against pairings? Who's to credibly say or write that there are not existences and bodies that deny our physical understanding?
I'll try a bit more of the book, but it seems to me that someone touting their intellect but missing this "obvious" reality or potential is bar none -- stupid. God's existence is beyond understanding. I point out here that a fly, that has no brain, is capable of flying, avoiding danger, mating and eating and "knowing" the difference. A person is a damn bit more complex and ought to be able to do much more than mate, eat, and die. Humans rely on animals and plants, and they rely on animals and plants. God's work is shown ... despite being written, it is the missed obvious.
If I were to pull an MIB and view the expanding universe as merely a marble played with by a strange species larger than our system itself, then conversely, there are infinite universes within any thing -- an electron, therefore might very well be the universe or plant for the Whos, as defined by Seuss in "Horton Hears a Who", also made famous by "Grinch Who Stole Christmas".
I agree that it's beyond great that I exist and that it is bar-none, a strange circumstance that gravity is what it is, but life will exist in many forms, regardless whether others "predict" it or not. I got about four sentences of science that was interesting, but after 40 some pages, I'm losing hope that this book contains much science -- being fact, not faith. You can have both, but I don't think you can write about both effectively weaving them together.
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My "pooh bear" uncle is in hospital. He's doing ok now after the gallstones removal. The esophogeal aneryism is the problem and there is no word from cousin Dave as to when they will deal with that -- he doesn't know. So if you have faith, and are willing to pray, please do for my uncle who needs love and hope. He's as affectionate and as lovable as Pooh Bear, so may love find him, through your voice or others.
Thanks!
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Well, my iffy computer forced me to buy another computer. It is lighter but wider. It is pretty sweet and after a few little misses, I found out how to find networked computers, namely my old one, to transfer the several gig of pics and files that I want. The sad thing is, the network transfer rate is, well, slower than I would like. It will take some time. I cannot complain much, though the AC adapter seems "picky" and therefore worthy of fixing or replacing. I will get an $80 bugger when I can. I'll have to find out how much the repair on my old computer will be. It would be worth ... tops, $200.
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I was driving and smelled the typical regions where I travel; paint from a company followed by pasture. The smell of pasture was stronger and fouler and I soon found out why ...
There was a dump truck in the right lane with its back filled high with stuff, like fertilizer or manure and, of course, two dead cows. It was an odd sight, as well as the curious shovel on the side of the dump truck. Something tells me that there were more tools and machinery used to moved the cows than a shovel. Either that or Paul Bunion had children.
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"ex-insurgents" looking to help ... ha! I find that highly unlikely. Gosh! We sure would like some of them thar nifty weapons ya got there.
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I pushed someone to finish what she had to do to start her college courses. She came in last night to tell me that she registers next week. Despite my evils, bitterness toward work, general vileness, I did something good. I got someone to complete a task that she needed to do, for her own benefit. I didn't try to push her into going to college, but rather to take the steps to get there since she already had plans to attend.
I am still evil, mind you.
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I don't believe he worked for the Red Cross at all. I think, rather, that he used the blood himself -- the creep.
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Where the Wild Things Are; animated.
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4Real? What the ...
New Zealand apparently has quacks just like the US with bad parents wishing to name their children bad names. If the government had the right, it should charge them, 4Real, a lot of money for harming their newborn.
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It's 2-D and sketchy, but the same principle. Escape.
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The Purpose of the Ascension
The Quran explaines the reason for taking Muhammad on this miraculous journey as “to show him our signs.”
Some of the other purposes of the journey are as follows:
Declaration of the universality of Islam
o By leading the prophets
o By praying in Masjid al-Aqsa
Warning the Kuffar of the imminent punishment
The twelve commandments:
o Not to commit shirk
o Kindness to parents
o Respect others rights
o Avoid spend thriftiness
o Do not kill your children
o Do not commit adultery
o Do not kill
o Be kind to orphans
o Fulfill your promise
o Be fair in your dealings
o Do not be suspicious of others
o Do not be arrogant
Prelude to Hijrah
The obligatory five prayers
Huh. It seems to me that killing is what they do and killing their children is what they do and respecting others' rights isn't what they do. I guess they had a book with missing pages, right?
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No speaky the Rappish. Are you wondering why impressionable people are gang-ho? I'm not. I believe Dante would have had an interesting section in hell for these people.
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